OK bear in mind that it's Valentines Day.
A sleepy Jan stirs and complains about weird dreams.
What were you dreaming about said her unsuspecting but loving husband anticipating an ardent comment about the day.
'I was dreaming about Len McCluskey,' said Jan.'I was naked under a soiled dressing gown and was going off to meet him.'
Bloody hell, I'm no psychologist but that doesn't bode well for my delicate soul.
Run.... run far and run fast!
ReplyDeleteJan and I should get together. I have the strangest dreams which I remember half the time. My favourite is being asked by Shirley Bassey for directions to a Mexicaan restaurant in our little village...